Chapter 751 If I Don't Kill You, I Swear I'm Not Human

The endless Holy Sanctuary Mountain Range stretched from the Heaven-Reaching Divine Peak all the way to the Sea of the Firmament.

It stretched for an unfathomable distance!

This single mountain range was larger than the entire Eastern Continent. Had he not seen it with his own eyes, Jiang Chen would have found it difficult to believe.

Inside the airship.

Sima Qingtian took out some wine and looked at Jiang Chen, who was gazing down at the majestic mountains. He smiled and remarked with a sigh, “The first time I saw the Holy Sanctuary Mountain Range from an airship, I was just as shocked as you. But the farthest I’ve ever traveled is Celestial Drum City, and it’s just the tip of the iceberg among the countless factions here. Zhongzhou… it’s simply too vast!”

Jiang Chen was taken aback. “Just how many factions are there in Zhongzhou’s four great mountain ranges?”

“Innumerable!”

Sima Qingtian took a deep breath, his eyes full of intense longing and yearning. “Forget the four great mountain ranges. In our Holy Sanctuary Mountain Range alone, there are over ten million Third-class factions, over a million Second-class factions, and more than a hundred thousand First-class factions. I fear only an existence like the Saint Master could possibly know how many there truly are!”

Jiang Chen was secretly astounded.

Coastal City had top experts at the Domain Fifth Refinement.

‘And there are over ten million Third-class factions like that in the entire Holy Sanctuary Mountain Range?’

‘It’s truly hard to imagine how vast the Holy Sanctuary Mountain Range must be to accommodate so many people.’

“Don’t dwell on it. Once you distinguish yourself in the Holy War and enter one of the Four Great Holy Lands, you’ll naturally find ways to learn just how vast Zhongzhou is!”

Sima Qingtian smiled and tossed Jiang Chen a wine jug. “Care to join me for a drink?”

“Alright!”

Jiang Chen drained it in one go, smacked his lips, and said, “Just drinking is no fun. Let’s go down, hunt a Demon Beast, and roast some meat to go with our wine!”

“Roast meat?”

Sima Qingtian was taken aback.

He couldn’t remember the last time he’d eaten Demon Beast meat since reaching the Emperor Realm.

He slapped his thigh. “Alright! Let’s go hunt a Demon Beast.”

The airship landed in the mountain range below.

With their power, they quickly captured a Late-stage Emperor Level Demon Beast. It was a Mammoth Ancient Elephant, over a thousand feet tall and absolutely massive, like a walking mountain. It was the overlord of the surrounding region, but today it was captured simply because Jiang Chen wanted something to go with his wine.

The massive Mammoth Ancient Elephant lay on the ground, its enormous eyes staring at the roaring bonfire. Humiliation and despair filled its gaze.

‘A magnificent Mammoth Ancient Elephant.’

‘The overlord of this entire region, reduced to the fate of being someone’s barbecue…’

‘It had to be the most ignominious death for a Mammoth Ancient Elephant ever!’

Thanks to Jiang Chen’s efforts, a fragrant aroma of roasting meat soon filled the air, making everyone’s mouth water.

Fine wine and roasted meat—they ate and drank with great merriment.

Beitang Jian sliced off the most delectable piece of elephant trunk and eagerly presented it to Jiang Chen. “Young Master Jiang, please have a taste!”

“Alright!”

Jiang Chen smiled and reached for the meat.

Just as his hand reached out, a sudden chill swept through his entire body. The shadow of death fell over him.

Beitang Jian’s head snapped up. A savage, venomous hatred filled his eyes as he snarled, “Die!”

HUMMM!

An incomparably terrifying flash of sword light burst from Beitang Jian’s hand.

This was a jet-black Little Sword, laced with an incredibly potent poison. A single touch would be instantly fatal, even for an Emperor Realm Powerhouse.

“Master, watch out…!”

Just as the black Little Sword was about to strike Jiang Chen down, a dark figure shot out from the side, placing himself in front of Jiang Chen. It was Beitang Fengyun. He thrust his hands out to grab the jet-black Little Sword. The instant he touched it, his hands began to SIZZLE, emitting plumes of black smoke.

In an instant, both of his hands dissolved.

With a SQUELCH, the black Little Sword pierced through Beitang Fengyun’s chest.

THUD!

Beitang Fengyun collapsed to the ground. His body, shrouded in a black aura, trembled violently as his flesh began to rot away.

“No…”

Jiang Chen’s eyes instantly turned blood-red. He roared and tried to rush forward but was grabbed and held back by Sima Qingtian. “Don’t go near him! That’s the Poison of the Corrupt God from the Demon God Palace! There’s no cure, not even for the slightest touch.”

“Young… Young Master Jiang… I… The luckiest thing in my life was meeting you… Th… Thank… you…”

Beitang Fengyun looked at Jiang Chen, his voice weak. Still shrouded in the black aura, his entire body melted away, leaving only a pool of bloody water.

Jiang Chen froze, as if struck by lightning.

Memories of his time with Beitang Fengyun flashed through his mind…

“ROAR!”

An incredibly terrifying fluctuation of True Essence erupted from Jiang Chen. A towering rage condensed into bone-chilling killing intent as he stared at Beitang Jian, who was already making his escape. “Beitang Jian, I swear on my life, I will kill you!”

“Hahaha! You want to kill me? You’d better worry about saving your own pathetic life first!” Beitang Jian retorted, completely unafraid.

“Hm?”

The expressions on Jiang Chen and Sima Qingtian’s faces changed.

HUM! HUM! HUM!

The air itself began to tremble.

Figure after figure materialized in front of Beitang Jian.

There was Beitang Mo, shrouded in a black cloak; the cold-faced Ximen Qingsong; and ten mysterious figures, all completely enveloped in black cloaks as well.

The instant they appeared.

Ximen Jinlian launched a sudden attack on Princess Luohua, who stood beside her. A golden, metallic flower struck the unprepared princess.

PFFT!

Princess Luohua spat out a mouthful of blood. Though she had dodged a fatal blow, she was still grievously wounded.

“Ximen Jinlian… you dare harm my sister? I’ll kill you!” Sima Lingkong roared in fury, summoning several Profound Weapon Long Swords.

The long swords hovered in the air.

Transforming into streaks of deadly light, they shot toward Ximen Jinlian.

A spectral green pine tree materialized, blocking the Flying Swords and allowing Ximen Jinlian to escape to Ximen Qingsong’s side. She grinned at the enraged Sima Lingkong. “Tee-hee, so sorry, Sima Lingkong. I’m afraid killing me isn’t going to be so easy!”

“Damn it…”

Sima Lingkong was absolutely livid, but he quickly circulated his Profound Technique to help Princess Luohua stabilize her injuries.

Sima Qingtian’s expression was grim. His sharp gaze swept over Ximen Qingsong and Beitang Mo as he growled through gritted teeth, “Beitang Mo, Ximen Qingsong, is this a rebellion?”

“Heh heh, quite the impressive display, Lord Sima!” Beitang Mo chuckled sinisterly.

Ximen Qingsong said calmly, “Lord Sima, you have only yourself to blame for offending someone you could not afford to offend.”

“Qin Yulong?”

Sima Qingtian’s expression faltered. Of all his enemies, Qin Yulong was the most powerful—an existence that even he dared not provoke. When Ximen Qingsong spoke of someone he shouldn’t have offended, Sima Qingtian’s mind immediately jumped to him.

“Kekeke, so you’re not completely stupid!” Beitang Mo sneered, a vicious glint in his eyes. “It was Lord Qin himself who ordered us to take action and ensure you remain here… permanently!”

“You think the likes of you can keep me here?” Sima Qingtian scoffed.

“We, of course, are no match for you. However… Lord Qin has plenty of subordinates who are!”

Beitang Mo’s raspy voice called out as he looked toward an empty patch of air. He chuckled. “Lord Qin Lie, we must trouble you to make your move!”

“Mm.”

An indifferent voice responded.

A figure clad in black-and-white battle armor stepped out of the void. The moment he appeared, the very air seemed to heat up.

The moment he saw this man, Sima Qingtian’s expression changed dramatically, his face filled with deep apprehension. “Qin Lie? To think Qin Yulong would actually send you…”

“It’s not just me,” Qin Lie said calmly. “Lord Qin does not wish to see you ever again, so I had no choice but to bring my Fiery Eighteen Dragon Riders.”

Figure after figure materialized behind him.

There were eighteen in total. The weakest among them had a cultivation at the Domain First Refinement, and three were on par with Beitang Mo, having reached the Domain Third Refinement.

Faced with such an overwhelming force, the hearts of Sima Qingtian and his companions sank into despair…

[I’ve been late with updates the past two days, so I’m two chapters behind. Little Tian will get back on track and see if I can release seven chapters today to catch up!]